Still...

Big Grandson has a sketch book in which he draws... railway lines. Invented ones, in quite a lot of detail, if not exact perspective. He's very serious about it. I like his trees. 

We went down to Daughter 2's Edinburgh flat again today for a viewing. The people seemed like fairly serious buyers, though whether of this flat, who can tell? 

So then we had a walk along to Newhaven. That church there isn't really falling over. Blame the photographer. 

It was a beautiful day.

I normally detest graffiti but rather liked this. You can't really see here, but she's wearing a face mask.

And my crocuses are rather fine. 

Such cheerful little faces. 

Though I'm not usually a fan of purple, purple flowers can be pretty - especially in early spring, when frankly any flowers are a bonus. Most things are more bearable in a garden. 

Mine doesn't have a fringed pool, rose plot and certainly no fern'd grot, but all the same, I know what Thomas Brown meant. Whether God's in it or not - it certainly makes me feel better. 

My Garden, by Thomas Edward Brown, 1830-1897

A garden is a lovesome thing, Got wot!

Fringed pool

Rose plot

Fern'd grot -

The veriest school 

Of peace; and yet the fool

Contends that God is not -

Not God! in gardens! when the eve is cool?

Nay, but I have a sign;

'Tis very sure God walks in mine.